Once I began “letting go” and concentrating on what are the blessings, Hope began to stare me in the face.

Taking a hopeful stance in this world can be counter-cultural. But Hope doesn’t mean we don’t deal in reality. It just means that we trust in God’s love for us and for the world.

It strikes me now that perhaps Hope itself is the big memory. Far more than mere optimism, Hope is a theological virtue infused in us at Baptism. This gift of Hope not only implants in us a desire for union with our God as our ultimate happiness, but also assures us that we need only place our trust in Christ’s promises. 

It strikes me now that perhaps Hope itself is the big memory. Far more than mere optimism, Hope is a theological virtue infused in us at Baptism. This gift of Hope not only implants in us a desire for union with our God as our ultimate happiness, but also assures us that we need only place our trust in Christ’s promises. 

No focus on the plans of a newly elected president can obviate the complicated reality of who we are:  who we have become, and who we now know ourselves to be.

No focus on the plans of a newly elected president can obviate the complicated reality of who we are:  who we have become, and who we now know ourselves to be.

How do we celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Incarnation in 2020? 

I now recognize that my friend’s insight, as well as my defensive reaction, opened up a greater consciousness of how slippery a slope it is to get stuck in self and then to be seduced by a flawed sense of righteousness.

Remember who you are. Perhaps it was for this very moment that you were created. Remember too that we are not alone on this journey. We are accompanied by the God of Promise.

To be Human, Christian, Dominican is to be in relationship! How do I (we) respond??

Mount Saint Mary College mandated that all faculty planning to teach in the Fall must take an e-class course in basic Online Learning. Hope had stopped being a theological virtue and become the last resort of a drowning woman.

How many moments have we experienced the tension of our diversity and the redemptive grace of clarity?

Our song speaks of our encounters with the Divine as we acknowledge that the Divine presence permeates all aspects of cosmic life and all experiences of pain and joy we may be having personally.

I am convinced that this container, full of grace, mystery, Hope and Presence, is the NOW where I am called to be.

I’ve never thought of Hope as a wish list (as in “I hope the weather is good tomorrow.”) No, Hope is holy root energy, grace planted here on Earth, grounded as we are and reaching for the light.

What the witnesses saw on Good Friday looked like the end, it was the beginning; they saw death – it was life; what looked like failure was victory; darkness gave way to light and despair to HOPE.

We talk about love as though we understand exactly what it is, when in fact I believe it is the most mysterious reality of all.

Hope sends us dancing around dark corners trusting in a tomorrow we cannot see!

In the hall at our parish, there are the words: Tempus Fugit, Memento Mori. I think that those words capture the meaning of what Sister Lin Howley tried to convey to me about never forgetting the year of our founding as Hope.

The note read, “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.” And there you have it; Hope. The joy filled anticipatory side of hope wins out.

To hang on to a vision so counter to the surrounding all-pervasive culture of darkness and refuse to succumb to it, trusting ultimately in the Light yet unseen, shows the extraordinary depth of hope at the core of each story.

The challenge is to continue my life journey as a hope-bearer, extending ordinary gestures of kindness and truthfulness every day.

We know Martha and we know Mary, because they are us.

Nora Cronin Presentation Academy provides a pathway out of poverty through education as a means to raise expectations for young girls.

How many moments have we experienced the tension of our diversity and the redemptive grace of clarity?

We talk about love as though we understand exactly what it is, when in fact I believe it is the most mysterious reality of all.

“People think helping the deaf people is charity, but it’s not. It’s justice.”

On Sunday, February 23, Sister Mary Pellegrino, CSJ spoke in the chapel at Mariandale to the Dominican Sisters of Hope, challenging us to shift the narrative of our current experience of religious life from one of scarcity to one of abundance.

Today, hope is educating, reversing cycles of poverty, fighting against racism, rebuilding homes, helping to inform adults of faith, making a space in the church for the deaf, and empowering women. And that’s just a start. Although

How is hope, for you, tied to activism and justice? How are we, as individuals, called to preach peace and hope right now? When our Congregation became Hope, did we think a new name would mean anything more than a name? Would it affect who we...

How do we celebrate the birth of Jesus, the Incarnation in 2020? 

“This is an opportunity to nourish and enrich lay Catholics who are working for justice and peace.”

“Out in their families and in their social circles, participants often feel that they can’t express their sorrow because people say, ‘You should get over this,’ or ‘Get on with your life.’ People don’t understand what they’re going through,” Sister Cynthia explains.

Hope sends us dancing around dark corners trusting in a tomorrow we cannot see!

No focus on the plans of a newly elected president can obviate the complicated reality of who we are:  who we have become, and who we now know ourselves to be.

He meets them where they are – well-intentioned but feeble; insecure, anxious and worried. And Jesus loves them, right where they are.

“We’re individuals, but we have to live as part of a community,” Sister Monica says. “We have to recognize that everything we do has impacts on other people, including our monopolies on land.”

What the witnesses saw on Good Friday looked like the end, it was the beginning; they saw death – it was life; what looked like failure was victory; darkness gave way to light and despair to HOPE.

When you approach the Center, you’re met with laughs and chatter. Women studying English guide each other and laugh together when they make mistakes. The wraparound porch is checkered with women sharing stories, commiserating, and, most important, building community.

In the hall at our parish, there are the words: Tempus Fugit, Memento Mori. I think that those words capture the meaning of what Sister Lin Howley tried to convey to me about never forgetting the year of our founding as Hope.

To be Human, Christian, Dominican is to be in relationship! How do I (we) respond??

For the past ten years, Sister Sharon has gone to New Orleans to participate in a week-long build project called Nuns Build. Putting her skills to such a worthy use has been life-giving for her.

The benefits of learning to sew are two-fold: it gives the adults an industry, and the results provide the required school uniforms for the children.

Taking a hopeful stance in this world can be counter-cultural. But Hope doesn’t mean we don’t deal in reality. It just means that we trust in God’s love for us and for the world.

Sister Jeanette Redmond In every interview since the launch of our website, our sisters have been asked about hope. Their answers on what gives them hope and how they maintain hope vary, but the sisters are all certain of one thing: they have hope, and they’re proud...

It strikes me now that perhaps Hope itself is the big memory. Far more than mere optimism, Hope is a theological virtue infused in us at Baptism. This gift of Hope not only implants in us a desire for union with our God as our ultimate happiness, but also assures us that we need only place our trust in Christ’s promises. 

To hang on to a vision so counter to the surrounding all-pervasive culture of darkness and refuse to succumb to it, trusting ultimately in the Light yet unseen, shows the extraordinary depth of hope at the core of each story.

I’ve never thought of Hope as a wish list (as in “I hope the weather is good tomorrow.”) No, Hope is holy root energy, grace planted here on Earth, grounded as we are and reaching for the light.

As I celebrate the lunar landing, I see the faces of those who take steps to force us to leap for justice.

After the events in Charlottesville, we asked the Dominican Sisters of Hope where they find hope in trying times. Sister Bette Ann Jaster answered in verse, which took us by surprise and delighted us altogether. Her words sing the song of women...

It strikes me now that perhaps Hope itself is the big memory. Far more than mere optimism, Hope is a theological virtue infused in us at Baptism. This gift of Hope not only implants in us a desire for union with our God as our ultimate happiness, but also assures us that we need only place our trust in Christ’s promises. 

The note read, “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.” And there you have it; Hope. The joy filled anticipatory side of hope wins out.

Hope was seen in the eyes of a family after their first change of clothes and a shower.

No focus on the plans of a newly elected president can obviate the complicated reality of who we are:  who we have become, and who we now know ourselves to be.

Once I began “letting go” and concentrating on what are the blessings, Hope began to stare me in the face.

It turns out that, when you commit to helping mothers and children for the long-run, certain issues come up, like kids being home alone all day during the summer or struggling with homework during the school year.

"In the service of the Lord, work not half-heartedly but with conscientiousness and an eager spirit.  Be joyful in hope; persevere in hardship; keep praying regularly; share with any of God’s holy people who are in need; look for opportunities to be hospitable."...

“Strong women mean strong families and strong communities. This program is about recognizing and affirming the contribution that each girl can make to a just, compassionate world.”

We know Martha and we know Mary, because they are us.

Being Catholic is not just a thing that you do on Sunday or in church. It’s something that becomes how you live your life no matter where you are.”

The challenge is to continue my life journey as a hope-bearer, extending ordinary gestures of kindness and truthfulness every day.

Each year, a group of sisters and lay people make the pilgrimage to learn about the life and ways of Saint Dominic. On the journey, the “pilgrims” are called to consider how they can live in a way that spreads Dominic’s spirit today.

Harmony Farm is a place for not just food, but also for justice and spirituality.

Mount Saint Mary College mandated that all faculty planning to teach in the Fall must take an e-class course in basic Online Learning. Hope had stopped being a theological virtue and become the last resort of a drowning woman.

“I think women don’t acknowledge their own giftedness. You have to affirm your own gift in yourself, but we hesitate to do that sometimes.”

As Deb Egan puts it, science and technology have always been a part of the Dominican tradition, as they pertain to the search for truth. So it is in the classrooms Saint John the Apostle School where Deb is principal.

Remember who you are. Perhaps it was for this very moment that you were created. Remember too that we are not alone on this journey. We are accompanied by the God of Promise.

My own understanding of HOPE has changed over the years.

Many of us awoke this morning to worry, fear, and anger. Perhaps you are feeling these today, too. As women who bear hope in our name, we cannot despair. We don't just "like" or "believe in" hope; we live it. We have committed our lives --even our name-- to it. What...

I am convinced that this container, full of grace, mystery, Hope and Presence, is the NOW where I am called to be.

The Intercommunity Justice and Peace Center rallies against the death penalty, provides education about human trafficking, advocates for immigrants’ rights, battles racism, and works toward peace and nonviolence.

I now recognize that my friend’s insight, as well as my defensive reaction, opened up a greater consciousness of how slippery a slope it is to get stuck in self and then to be seduced by a flawed sense of righteousness.

Our song speaks of our encounters with the Divine as we acknowledge that the Divine presence permeates all aspects of cosmic life and all experiences of pain and joy we may be having personally.